I suck at being loved. I also suck at loving apparently. I feel like a really shitty fiance.
Long story short:
He had an event.
I didn't want to go.
Went anyway.
Felt like I was in hell for a bit.
fight fight fight
Got a little better.
Got a LOT worse.
Go to bathroom and puke till I dry heave and start crying.
Cry through his speech.
Feel bad about missing speech.
Take keys and drive back to campus.
Get lost.
Cry till I get back on campus.
Cry some more.
Now I'm sitting on the bed. I'm not crying anymore, but I still feel like shit...and I have to drive back to get him. I really just want to pass the fuck out, but they're still going.
Frown.
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